| My father told me, lyin' on his bed of death | |
| "Boy," he says, "Woman, she's gonna make it, don't fool yourself | |
| 'Cause she's got somethin' to make a man | |
| Lay that money, uh, right in her hand | |
| And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor | |
| The very thing that makes her rich will make you poor", that's right | |
| Well, I put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes I did | |
| Had you livin' like a rich man's daughter, yes I did, I sure did | |
| While you were livin' high on the hog | |
| You had me down here scuffling like a dog | |
| Well, the very thing that made you rich made me poor | |
| Very thing that made you rich made me poor | |
| Don't you never, ever make such a bad mistake | |
| You know I'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnake, that's right | |
| Then to work hard every day bringin' that woman all my pay | |
| The very thing that makes her rich makes me poor | |
| Makes me so damn poor | |
| The thing that makes her rich makes me poor | |
| Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor | |
| Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor | |
| Makes me so damn poor | |
| Money won't change it, no no | |
| Money won't change it, no no | |
| Money won't change it, no no | |
| ... |